The Distant Summer
The air in the carriage was thick, a heavy blanket of dust and dried lavender that seemed to cling to the wool of your coat. You sat by the window, watching the landscape of the English countryside blur into a watercolor of grey and green, the rhythm of the wheels hammering a dull, relentless beat against your temples. In your lap, resting with the delicate care one might afford a sleeping...
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